Quotes About Emotions

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

But what if I don't?" she argued. "I don't know him. How can I love one that I don't know? I'm frightened to see him. I've never seen a little creature. How will I know he's not all wrong?" "And if he is all wrong, what will you do?" Froi had asked. She thought for a moment. "I'll hold him tight and tell him that we'll be wrong for this world together.

He knew he should have counted. It was the rule to count to ten in his head before he opened his mouth. It was the rule to count to ten if he wanted to smash a man in the face for saying something he didn't like. It was the rule to count to ten if instinct wasn't needed, but common sense was.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

You don't use words like 'kind of interested' to describe how I feel about you.

I reach the bottom and smash into him with my fists as hard as I can. He falls and I can't believe he goes down that easy, caught off balance. "You care about nothing, you piece of shit!" I'm on the verge of tears, like I always seem to be these days, and I hear the catch in my voice and I hate myself for it. He throws me off him and I can tell there is a fury in him. "Never," he tells me in a tone full of ice, "under-estimate who or what I care for.

The grief hits her hard one day. the way it can't be controlled. The way that yesterday can be good and so can the day before, and so can the week and fortnight before that, but then today comes and she's back to zero. How she can't type words into her computer or even press the in-box for her mail. The effort it takes to walk. How words can't form in her mouth and how her blood feels paralyzed.

I've been passionate about two things in my life. One was Christina Alibrandi. The other is Josephine Alibrandi.

You can't go around feeling too much.

Sometimes I feel like a junkie. One minute something happens in my life and I'm flying. Next minute I take a nose-dive and just as I'm about to hit the ground with full force something else will have me flying again.

And being that happy makes me feel guilty. Because I shouldn't be. Not while my mum is feeling the way she is. How I can dare to be happy is beyond me, and I hate my guts for it.

Josie, life is not a Mills and Boon book. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.

Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over their love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.

You can't go around feeling too much", Captain Travanion had explained watching a moment to ensure the man was indeed dead. "Because if you feel too much, enough to want to kill them so savagely then one day you are going to feel enough to spare their lives.

Do you miss being friends with Santangelo?" I ask her after the lights are out and we're almost asleep. "What makes you think were friends?" "Everything." I hear her yawn. "Being enemies with him is better." she tells me. There's a long pause and I think she's going to say something more but she doesn't and it's just silence for a long while.

It was that he knew that voice, had dreamed it over and over again in a lifetime of rot and misery, and Froi wanted to weep. For he knew he would break his bond to his queen not just with his body but also with his heart.

How can someone who made me look this happy no longer be in my life

So much hate and depression is making me feel sick, although that could also be attributed to the Pringles that I sandwiched between two Oreos.

Stani walks in later, glaring at them both. "Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. What's wrong with everyone this week?" Tom can tell that

No. We were jealous that Lirah had Gargarin. Cold, cold Lirah, who was bitter towards all men, loved my brother with all her heart. It made me hate her even more, because I knew this union was not one of the flesh. She hated the touch of men. He barely tolerated the touch of anyone. I couldn't bear the idea of him loving someone as much as he loved me." -Arjuro of Abroi

Just having my own time-out; a bit of self-pity here, a bit of self-loathing there.

Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love

I like looking at his face when he speaks. Sometimes he spit, actually he spits all the time, but I think that's passionate. He loves words and he rolls them around in his mouth like a luscious plum, slobbering on the sides, and then he'll use his hands, touching his mouth as if he's taking the words out throwing them to us.

I so don't want to be attracted to him, and the fact that I am surprises me. Sometimes when I get home, I convince myself that I'm just romanticizing anyone who's actually spoken to me, but then I see him the next day and my heart starts beating fast and I can't really kid myself.